Patch

We've been dealing with two patches. One is wonderful and fun and filled with round orange gourds and has a train with dinosaurs! The other forces my little bear to use her bad eye and makes her so sad and snugly. Let's talk about the former. 

We went to the pumpkin patch last weekend. None of us had ever been, but it seems like something normal families do, and we are a normal family, so we went. We loved it. It's so fun to do seasonal stuff with Eleanor because (like any kid) it's exciting to see things through their eyes and also because of all the new words she can try out! As we traipsed through the pumpkin patch, she kept exclaiming "tangled!" as her feet got caught up in the vines. 

As for her eyes, well, we have to continue to patch for the next six months until she can get corrective surgery. The angle has lessened with the patching and her glasses (when I remember to put them on her - bad mummy), but her vision is pretty horrible in her right eye. She would never let you know, though. 

She's gone through a rough, tantrum period recently. It's been challenging for Kris and me, but we are working through it and it seems to be lessening. A very wise woman once said to me "just because you're experiencing 'normal' problems, it doesn't mean they aren't problems" and we have learned A LOT about ourselves overcoming these parenting woes. I'm holding out hope that the terrible twos won't be followed by terrible threes (or a "threenager") and in two months time I will wake up with a perfectly behaved preschooler. A mum can dream, no?